傷口保鮮機

see how the wall bleeds its tears
fountains of youth and decay
are you still afraid of touching me now
transfixed by the ephemeral beauty
blottings bruises glorious constructional sunsets
mortar and cement
white washes and cheap hideaways
see how the surface you call skin peels so readily
do you tear at the scabs with relish
none of the pain when wet
memories from sprouting spores
packing scrunching ignoring the scent
hesitating to caress
the crumbling implications that
rub away in streaks layered by layer
skin on skin and
surface by surface
once initiated refuses to taper away